As Eva voiced her frustration, her resistance seemed to only intensify, her anger boiling over until it felt like she might explode.
With burning rage in her eyes, she found herself trapped between his thighs trembling.
Xylon, sensing her turmoil, gently placed his palm on her thigh, a silent gesture to keep her from pulling away as he spoke.
"Eva," he began, his voice calm, "why does it bother you that I hold the upper hand in our bond? Have you forgotten that you willingly bestowed it upon me? I didn't even know it existed until you revealed it. You had the power to end me, to revel in your own abilities, yet you chose not to. And now you blame me for utilizing what you entrusted me with?"
Eva's anger flickered, momentarily overshadowed by a sense of guilt and self-reflection.
"Yo-You don't understand!" she exclaimed, her voice laced with frustration and desperation.